Trees and birds kiss the sky
in blue-on-blue reflection
and today, I’ll sky the world with you
without pause or hesitation.
In mirrored lands we’ll float
on dreams, the clouds our boat
watching the heron squawk, soar–
this is enough, I need nothing more.
A quadrille for dVerse, where De has asked us to use the word, sky. I think the rhythm of this one is more soothing than my previous post this morning. I don’t know why I’m stuck on couplets and rhyme though today.